My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 54

Chapter 54: 55/vibration control

Chapter 55

Robert’s Point of View

I stood there, leaning my back against the wall with cold indifference, watching the play unfold on the polished marble.

The room was charged with a tension that threatened to tear the walls apart; a silent battle where no blood was shed, but souls were bought and sold.

I fixed my gaze on Julie; she was exerting a superhuman effort just to remain standing, though the trembling of her knees betrayed an imminent collapse.

Her clenched fingers pressed hard against her father’s arm, and her wide eyes were locked on his face, searching for a lifeline or perhaps for a remnant of a human being.

As for "Stewart," his struggle was laid bare before me.

I saw the veins in his neck bulge, and his green eyes darting between his daughter’s shuddering body and the void represented by the figure I had uttered.

His breath came in gasps, heavy, reeking of greed and fear.

A dead silence prevailed, broken only by the sound of him swallowing hard. Then, with a pathetic slowness, Stewart began to pry his arm away from Julie’s small grip.

His voice came out shattered, fragmented, as if he were exhaling the last breaths of his dignity:

"I... I choose..."

He paused for a second, casting a fleeting, escapist glance at his daughter’s pale face,

before averting his gaze to the floor and muttering the words that served as a coup de grâce:

"I choose... the money."

At that moment, I wasn’t looking at him; my eyes were pinned to Julie’s face.

I watched how the last spark in her eyes extinguished, and how her hands went limp, falling to her sides like dead branches.

Julie didn’t surrender despite the bullet her father had fired.

She lunged toward him again, clutching his arm convulsively as she panted.

Her voice came out trembling, carrying a desperate attempt at bargaining:

"Papa... I didn’t tell you, I only have one year left to graduate... I can work at a major company owned by my professor’s friend..."

She stopped, swallowing hard as she looked into his frozen eyes, then continued with a muffled scream:

"I will make money... I will give you my entire salary, I will work day and night... just take me home with you!"

Stewart fixed his gaze on her, but his features didn’t flinch; her words were crashing against a stone wall.

He moved his lips to say with a coldness that killed everything:

"I’m sorry, Julie."

In that instant, her facial features contracted painfully.

Her eyes widened in terrifying disbelief before her scream erupted in his face a scream that shook the room’s walls:

"You can’t be a father! You can’t be human! You are heartless... merciless!"

He turned his gaze away from her and swung his body around to exit the door with quick steps, as if fleeing a murder scene.

She remained frozen in place, watching him vanish into the hallway, leaving behind a desolate void.

Victory did not wash over me, nor did the happiness I had planned for visit me.

All I felt was a sudden tightening in my chest a lump that constricted my breath as I watched her collapse.

Her body shook violently, like a frail shrub thrashing in the midst of fierce winds.

I stepped toward her and uttered words whose poison I felt burning my throat before it reached her:

"Your father doesn’t want you... your destiny is to be my precious commodity."

She raised her withered eyes toward me; she was drowning in tears, yet she took small, unstable steps in my direction.

She reached out her small hands and gripped the collar of my shirt, pulling with hysterical force.

I felt the heat of her touch piercing the walls of ice I had built around my heart for years.

"I want to scream in your face... to shatter your bones... to disfigure your face... to kill you..."

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